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Aberrant by Ruth Silver

By Margery Walshaw

Aberrant

Learn about Aberrant by Ruth Silver…

What if your existence was illegal?

It was supposed to be the perfect system: food, shelter, and jobs for everyone. A strive toward Utopian. When children can no longer be conceived through natural means, a lottery is established to determine which families will conceive a child in a lab through IVF.

Eighteen year old Olivia Parker is an anomaly. She shouldn’t exist. The government wants her dead. The rebels have their own perverted agenda.

In a world filled with secrets, betrayals, and death lurking at every turn, Olivia must decide her own path and who to trust.

Adventure, mystery, and romance come together in this fast-paced Young Adult dystopian fantasy that will keep readers of all ages turning the pages. Aberrant is the first novel in the Aberrant series.

Recommended: Ages 15+

You can find Aberrant on Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

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Ruth Silver is the best-selling author of the Aberrant trilogy. With a passion for writing and a love of story-telling, Ruth is actively writing two series: Royal Reaper and Orenda. Her interests also include traveling, reading, and photography. Her favorite vacation destination is Australia. Ruth currently resides in Plainfield, Illinois. She can be found online here…

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Read an excerpt of Aberrant here…

Joshua came into my room, ignoring all rules as he helped push the dresser further from the wall, knocking it to the floor allowing me more than enough room to grab the journal and go. I tossed it inside the pack and Joshua put the map inside before we stepped out of my bedroom. I glanced down the hall, not sure what I expected to see. To the right the dormitory had been hit, and a roar of smoke and fire filled the confined space. Jacqueline was gone. Hand-in-hand we ran in the opposite direction toward the staircase.

My eyes burned. Coughing, I refused to let go of his hand as we stepped outside. Drones weren’t the only things attacking Haven. Tanks rolled into town. A few soldiers jumped off, taking over the perimeter, guns drawn. I paused, gripping Joshua’s hand as we were shrouded in smoke. Just a few feet away, a soldier lifted his weapon and unleashed fury on a group of innocent people. I covered my mouth with my hand to keep from crying out when a child no older than three hit the cement. His eyes remained open as blood seeped from his head. He didn’t move. Didn’t blink. It took only a moment to realize he’d died instantly. All I could do was stand there in shock.

“We have to move,” I heard Joshua’s voice, but it didn’t register. The smoke swirled around us and gunfire erupted in every direction. He grabbed my arm. “Olivia, I need you to focus.” I nodded once, trying my best to clear the cobwebs from my mind. I couldn’t, though. I wanted to run out to the child and protect him, but it was too late. I was too late. They were here because of me, innocent blood on my hands. I felt the heat radiating from the dormitory and my eyes flashed back. “I need you here with me, Olive.”

“I am,” I insisted, knowing if I didn’t focus we’d both be dead. I spotted more soldiers – their standard issue uniform and the Cabal crest on their jacket sleeve told me all I needed to know. The government had come looking for us. “Which way?” I couldn’t see the exit. With the smoke enveloping us and the fear coursing through my veins, I forgot the direction we’d come from.

Wyndano’s Cloak by A. R. Silverberry

By Margery Walshaw

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Discover the magic of Wyndano’s Cloak by A.R. Silverberry.

Jen has settled into a peaceful life when a terrifying event awakens old fears—of being homeless and alone, of a danger horrible enough to destroy her family and shatter her world forever.

She is certain that Naryfel, a shadowy figure from her past, has returned and is concentrating the full force of her hate on Jen’s family. But how will she strike? A knife in the dark? An attack from her legions? Or with the dark arts and twisted creatures she commands with sinister cunning.

Wyndano’s Cloak may be Jen’s only hope. If she has what it takes to use it.

Secrets, riddles, mystery, and intrigue abound in this award-winning fantasy. Ages 10 and up.

Find Wyndano’s Cloak at these online retailers…

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A. R. Silverberry writes fiction for adults and children. His novel, WYNDANO’S CLOAK, won multiple awards, including the Benjamin Franklin Award gold medal for Juvenile/Young Adult Fiction. He lives in California, where the majestic coastline, trees, and mountains inspire his writing. Follow him at www.arsilverberry.com.

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Can’t wait to read an excerpt of Wyndano’s Cloak? You’re in luck…read on!

Alert, Jen backed away from the tree and studied it at a crouch. The air was still. The grass motionless. But the leaves stirred and fluttered. Words floated down. At first they were indistinct, as if someone called through a distant snowstorm. One word emerged clearly, and an icy finger traced down her spine.

She heard her name.

She backed away until she squatted on some rocks that extended into the pool. Every muscle—sun-hammered and wind-hardened like metal in a forge—was poised to spring. Phrases whispered down. The only sense she could make was that something was coming. Something dangerous.

She thought of her family. Fear tightened around her heart. She was a hair’s-breadth away from running to them. Her feet stayed rooted to the spot. Maybe she’d hear more.

A small splash made her look at the pond. Two more followed, as if someone had thrown pebbles. Nothing had fallen into the water. But ripples spread out and ran into each other. More splashes erupted like tiny volcanoes, until the whole pool was agitated with colliding rings. A circle of calm emerged below Jen’s feet, pushing the waves back. Pale and ghostly, a face rose from the muddy bottom of the pool until it floated just below the surface.

YA Writers Wanted

By Margery Walshaw

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Young Adult writers wanted for our imprint and management divisions.

Evatopia is having an open call for young adult writers. We’re looking for unique stories told in a new way and featuring young, female protagonists.

Stories should show potential to be adapted for the television or film markets. Easier said than done because we’re looking for unique worlds, solving problems in an interesting manner, and while romance is a plus, it shouldn’t be at the forefront of the story.

If you’re interested in having Evatopia read your work, simply submit a logline (a quick one sentence description of your story) to: submissions@evatopia.com.

Dancing Under the Same Moon

By Margery Walshaw

Screen shot 2015-02-09 at 8.24.29 PMDancing Under the Same Moon by Debraha Watson is an Amazon exclusive. Read on for details…

Mattie and Pearlie live in the deep south in the 1940s. Being poor, Black and in love, made it almost impossible to exist in a world filled with bias and racism. Mysticism and spirituality are the underlying themes in this book about women who survive horrendous oppression by using common sense and mother wit.

This powerful novel deal with important themes such as race relations, coming of age, and the power of love. Below is an excerpt…

“I found the body hanging from the rafters of Momma Appie’s barn when I was seven years old. I stood staring at the figure, its head slumped to the side, face all twisted up, eyes bulging from the sockets. I was frozen there, caught in that space and time.

I heard Momma Appie calling me to supper. I moved my mouth, and at first nothing came out but air. Then the fog lifted from my head and I saw her face put back in place. Her eyes dancing like the last time I saw her. My soul escaped from my mouth as I screamed Momma!”

Find Dancing Under the Same Moon on Amazon.

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Dr. Debraha Watson is a novelist, poet, short story writer and essayist. Her work has appeared in Black Hair: Art, Style and Culture, Material Feminism, It’s Worth the Struggle: Inspiration for Contemporary Writers; Paradise Valley Days; Days Dawn and Reverie Midwest African American Literature. She is also a former editor for the Detroit Writers Guild.

To stay in touch with Debraha, find her here…

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Counteract by Tracy Lawson

By Margery Walshaw

Screen shot 2015-01-31 at 4.17.40 PMTwo strangers–their destinies entwined–must work together to thwart a terrorist the country never suspected.

The Office of Civilian Safety and Defense has guarded the public against the rampant threat of terrorism for the last fifteen years with the full backing of the US government. Their carefully crafted list of Civilian Restrictions means no concerts or sporting events, no travel, no social media, no cash transactions, and no driver’s licenses for eighteen-year-olds Tommy and Careen. The OCSD has even outlawed grocery stores, all in the name of safety.

Now there’s a new threat: airborne chemical weapons that could be activated at any time. But the OCSD has an antidote: just three drops a day is all it takes. It’s a small price to pay. Or is it?

You can find Counteract at these online retailers…

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Read an excerpt right now…

DAY 1: FRIDAY, OCTOBER 27, 2034
QUADRANT OP-439
(FORMERLY SUBURBAN COLUMBUS, OHIO)
9:10 AM

Careen Catecher was just a few steps from the front door of the history building when a wave
of panicked students poured out, driving her back into the quad. Someone’s backpack knocked
her coffee mug out of her hand. A guy she didn’t know grabbed her roughly by the elbow and
spun her around without breaking stride, dragging her with him as he ran.

“Come on! Didn’t you hear? We’re supposed to report to the student center.”

“Why? What’s happening?”

The first wail of the disaster siren drowned out his answer, and she cringed as they ran
across campus in the growing stampede, thinking in a detached way that she’d picked the
wrong day to be late for class.

A frightened crowd gathered outside the university’s student center, pressing toward the doors
and shouting over the siren. Careen fought to keep her balance in the undulating mob. The
shrieking siren stopped abruptly, and in the unnerving silence, phones all around her pinged
with incoming messages. She dug hers out of her back pocket.

“Campus alert. Shut up—it’s a campus alert.” The murmurs spread and seemed to calm the
crowd. Hundreds of phones played the voice message in near unison, magnifying the audio so
it was easily heard:

“Moments ago, the Office of Civilian Safety and Defense confirmed that a chemical weapons
attack against the United States is imminent. Terrorists have released a latent cocktail of poisons
into the atmosphere, where it can remain, inert, until such time as they choose to detonate it. You
are directed to report to a designated distribution center in your area to receive an antidote that
will protect you. Weekly allotments of this antidote will be provided free of charge for as long
as the threat persists. The OCSD expects the terrorists to mount repeated attacks, so it is
essential that you take the recommended daily dosage. Compliance is a small price to pay for
your safety.”

Every face turned toward the cloudless, blue sky as someone’s sobs cut through the silence.

9:59 AM
Tommy Bailey lay tangled in his blankets, one arm hanging off the side of the bed. He usually
slept soundly, thanks to his pain meds, but not today. He opened his eyes, blinking back the
bright sunshine that filled the room. What the hell was that noise? He glanced at his bedside
clock. Only 10 A.M.? He’d have slept much later if not for that siren howling outside, but now
that he was awake, he was curious enough to roll out of bed and hobble downstairs. The
television in the living room was on, which was no surprise since it powered up automatically
any time there was an important announcement or mandatory programming. He lowered
himself onto the sofa to find out what was going on.

“OCSD expects repeated large-scale attacks. The National Weather Service, in cooperation
with the OCSD, will monitor the atmosphere and report discernible toxin levels. The Emergency
Broadcast System will conduct practice drills and notify the public in the event of an actual
chemical attack. Remember, the antidote will counteract the effects of hazardous toxins if
taken every day, so for the next three weeks, the Emergency Broadcast System will issue
morning reminders to help everyone acclimate to the dosage schedule. Take action to protect
yourself and your family. Your safety is our greatest concern. Go directly to the distribution center
in your quadrant.”

The OCSD’s PeopleNet address and an information hotline number flashed on the screen.
Tommy shook the cobwebs from his head. Do I want to live or die? Shit. Not again.

Screen shot 2015-01-31 at 7.58.35 PMLearn more about Tracy Lawson…

Tracy Lawson has wanted to be a writer ever since she learned to read. She earned her Bachelor of Science in Communication from Ohio University, and though she embarked on a career in the performing arts as a dance instructor and choreographer, never lost her desire to write, and thus far has to her credit a coming-of-age dystopian thriller and an historical nonfiction. Her interest in writing for teens is sparked by all the wonderful young people in her life, including her daughter, Keri, a college sophomore.

Stay in touch with Tracy…

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